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Jack's nephew helped him get down
from a horse, giggling, proclaiming that
he helped his uncle, Jack, off a horse.
Capitalization, punctuation,
and context be damned;
Jack just wanted to know who
phrased their words like that.
from a horse, giggling, proclaiming that
he helped his uncle, Jack, off a horse.
Capitalization, punctuation,
and context be damned;
Jack just wanted to know who
phrased their words like that.
Literature
Awake
Awake
We - are the children of Cygnus
Sagittarius , the Pleiades, Orion, and the Dog Star
Sprung from the womb of the Hypernova
Recycled, Reborn, Eternal
Observe
Times arrow returned to its quiver
Unlimited
Alive - in every moment that has been
or will ever be
Free
From the shackles of the linear mind
and the material wastelands of the Fallen
Pity the mortal and the blind
We dine on starlight
and dance to the rhythm of the fractal void
The heavy metal, rock and roll beat of the Magnetar and Star Quakes
The techo-jazz, thump thump thump of the pulsars
The waltz of the binaries
in their elegant embrace
We ride the big surf of the Broa
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Neurological Annihilation
when overload comes, it is the tar
it is a black that coats and annihilates everything clean
it rips off the skin revealing the bloodied tissue beneath
every adipose cell
every muscle fibre
every shred of sanity is vulnerable to cackling callousness and rage
the sound a current which carries all joy and tranquility away
leaving only sorrow, exhaustion and a humble prayer that this end soon
before my limbs, immersed in this cloying dank depression and fever, follow their master - the tar - and cut off their connection to the searing nerve fibres that animate their digits.
one action and it all stops
but that action means there will never be.
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Written 5/14/2015
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets 319 © 2015 Nic Swaner
Part of the Bitlets project.
Bitlets are about quantity, not quality. Free-write at least one a day about what is on your mind, going on around you, or the state of your life. Ignore the urge to edit; it's not about being profound on purpose, it's about stumbling on it by accident.About this Bitlet
I've always found it hilarious when people say it's capitalization, no it's punctuation, no it's how you say that sentence that matters! Who is saying that sentence to begin with? Most people phrase their words and sentences in such a way to avoid these things, unless they're purposely going out of their way to be funny.Browse Bitlets
Bitlets 319 © 2015 Nic Swaner
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